Yeonjun stood on the rooftop of an old building, looking down at the city lights. He had just seen Minho's gang fend off the attack from the Chois. A smirk formed on his face as he realized the fear he had struck in his enemies.
Yeonjun didn't fit the typical gang leader image. He was tall and lean, with piercing eyes that seemed to see everything. His dark hair fell messily around his face, adding to his unpredictable aura. His clothes were stylish yet practical, showing his status in the underworld.
But underneath his tough exterior, Yeonjun had a softer side reserved for one person-Soobin. Soobin was his soon-to-be husband, a secret few knew about. With Soobin, Yeonjun dropped his guard and showed a playful, mischievous side.
That night, after hearing about the failed attack, Yeonjun went to their penthouse. Soobin was waiting, lounging on the couch with a glass of wine.
Yeonjun entered quietly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at Soobin. "Did you miss me?" he teased, his voice low and suggestive.
Soobin put down his glass, a coy smile on his lips. "of course," he replied, and chuckled.
Yeonjun crossed the room quickly, kissing Soobin passionately. Their desire flared instantly, fueled by weeks apart and the thrill of danger that surrounded Yeonjun.
Their clothes were soon discarded as they eagerly explored each other's bodies. Yeonjun's hands traced Soobin's skin possessively, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
Their passion soared like a wildfire, but as the night deepened, exhaustion started to tug at Soobin's eyelids. Yeonjun sensed it in the gentle way Soobin's touches softened, the warmth of their entwined bodies calming into a gentle embrace.
"You should sleep, my baby bunny," Yeonjun murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Soobin's forehead with tenderness that belied his tough exterior.
Soobin's eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep but still shining with love. "Not without you," he whispered back, his voice a soft murmur against Yeonjun's cheek.
Yeonjun chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to Soobin's forehead before gently disentangling himself from their embrace. With a playful wink, he disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a plush blanket.
"Come here," Yeonjun coaxed, spreading the blanket over them both as they settled back into each other's arms. Soobin nestled against Yeonjun's chest, his breathing already slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep.
Yeonjun watched Soobin's peaceful face, feeling an overwhelming rush of protectiveness and adoration. His fingers traced soothing circles on Soobin's back, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.
As the city outside whispered with the distant hum of nightlife, Yeonjun let himself relax fully, the weight of their world momentarily forgotten. Here, in the sanctuary of their penthouse, wrapped in the cocoon of their love, Yeonjun knew that nothing could touch them.
With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes, joining Soobin in the realm of dreams where their love story continued, each chapter written in the quiet moments between whispered confessions and shared laughter.
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